Different World Development Manual

"tweezers."

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"scissors."

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"I'm sweating."

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"Suture."

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"scissors."

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"Huh, it's over. If you don't survive, just look at the kid himself."

Sergey let out a long sigh. The guy in front of him had just been transported from the front line. It is said that his battalion was ambushed by the undead.

Those undead cleverly passed the detection of the undead radar, and jumped directly into their camp from the underground, and a center blossom came.

Their battalion was said to have killed more than half of them.

The guy in front of Sergey had bone fragments all over his body, as if he had stepped on a landmine.

The belly is bloody, and the person has lost consciousness.

After taking out the bone scum from the body, suturing and handling all kinds of catches, for this kid, surviving is really only a matter of luck.

Sergey's white coat had already been dyed half red. He didn't know how long he had been standing in front of the operating table.

Maybe only 4 hours, maybe 4 days, he didn't know, he hadn't closed his eyes for a long time.

"Hahu..."

When I got out of the operating room, listening to a nurse next to me yawned, my sleepiness suddenly came to my heart, and Sergey followed suit.

His body was soft, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, he was quick to hold on to the back of the chair next to him, and sat down.

Many people have been saved these days, and of course many people have not been saved.

Looking at the dead soldiers and the young lives, Sergey felt a little sorry.

Leaning back in the chair, his head leaned back, and he yawned again, tears wet his eyes, his head sank, and his eyes closed.

Sleep, sleep.

This long-lost feeling made Sergey happy.

If you can get a good night's sleep, it's really not too good.

He and his colleagues have struggled for too long, too tired.

With his eyes closed and breathing symmetrically, Sergey could even hear the snoring of colleagues who were also sitting on chairs or falling asleep on the ground from the fairly quiet aisle.

"Please give me a nap, a moment is enough."

Sergey closed his eyes, and within half a minute, Sergey fell asleep in a daze.

In his dream, he dreamed of his stupid "apprentice" Pirogov. He was naked, with a little rabbit in his hands, guns in both hands, and grinning at himself, like a pervert.

It was as if he was telling himself that he had killed many undead.

He is not a veterinarian, he is a soldier.

Sergey is also proud of his "apprentice", but what you do like a rabbit is abnormal enough.

Pirogov rolled his eyes and spit out: "Why is my last name Pi?

My last name is Pi. "

Sergey shook his head helplessly: "You are not right."

"Surgery! Surgery! Surgery!"

It seemed that Pirogov, who was holding the little rabbit, was screaming at himself, and his voice became clearer and clearer. Gradually, Pirogov's voice became a female voice.

Sergey suddenly woke up from his sleep, and saw several female soldiers from the hospital in the corridor, pushing an operating bed, running towards them.

"surgery!

Doctor Sergey! Prepare for surgery! ! "

It was another wounded. Although Sergey didn't know how long he had taken a nap, it was enough.

Rescue the wounded is far more important than rest.

Other doctors and nurses also stood up one after another, the sleepiness on their faces disappeared, replaced by serious looks.

Everyone hurried into the operating room.

The female soldier who came in the cart said, "This guy is seriously injured and his life is hanging by a thread!"

Sergey looked at the **** guy on the operating bed, one arm and one leg had been broken, and the thick bones were also exposed.

But the legs and arms shouldn't be broken. The meat on them looked more like being torn off by something like a beast.

"Heart rate is dropping!

The vital signs are weak and you may die at any time! "

The instrument that was just connected has already been reported one after another, and the nurse next to it has also followed the report.

Another doctor said: "Stop the bleeding!

Pick up the blood bag!

Let's take a look at this guy's message? "

Sergey was following another doctor while busy stopping the bleeding of the young man on the operating bed. When he saw the blood-stained face, his heart jumped sharply.

"Pirogov!?

Suka is not listed!

Ha... Suka is not listed! "

He never expected that the guy on the operating bed was his "apprentice" Pirogov.

Sergey roared: "Type AB!

No need to read the information, Pirogov! "

As soon as the voice fell, many people in the operating room were shocked and uttered "Suka not listed".

Pirogov is their colleague, and everyone knows that Pirogov resigned from his medical post to go to the front a few days ago.

It's just that the hospital is so busy that there is no time to say goodbye to Pirogov.

However, it has only been a few days since Pirogov was lying half-dead in front of them.

A nurse quickly found a blood bag and connected it to Pirogov.

Other doctors use anesthesia for anesthesia, analgesics and analgesics, and treat wounds.

But soon, the physically impaired guy stopped his heartbeat.

The electrocardiograph has a long beep.

"Taser!"

Sergey roared with flushed eyes.

A doctor brought the electric shock device and prepared it, but Sergei grabbed the electric shock device and pressed it on Pirogov's chest.

"I come!"

"start up!"

Sergey was Pirogov's teacher, and the doctor who had the electric shock device said nothing.

"Peng!"

Pirogov trembled and lay down again.

However, the "lifelines" in the electrocardiograph next to him only fluctuated and fell into a long beep again.

Sergey panicked: "Increase the battery!"

"Peng!"

Pirogov's body trembled again, and then lay down again, but the "lifeline" was still very stubborn and unchanged.

This is a very bad situation, and the expressions of the doctors and nurses in the entire operating room have become dignified.

"Increase!!"

"Peng!"

As Pirogov's body heaves, a burst of light smoke rises, and even a single human flesh can be smelled in the entire operating room.

"Suka is not listed!!"

Looking at Pirogov who was still lying there, Sergey shouted, "Gadget!"

"But Doctor Sergey, you can't add..."

"Shut up, I tell you to increase!"

Sergey almost lost his mind. As the head of the entire operating room at that time, the others could only do as he ordered.

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

There was a burst of electric shock, even Pirogov's chest had been scorched by the electric shock, and the electrocardiograph was still like that.

Except for Sergey, the other doctors and nurses fell silent, staring at them silently.

Until a doctor couldn't help it anymore, he went up and strangled Sergey and dragged him away from Pirogov: "Enough!

Sergey!

We have done our best! "

Another male doctor also came up and directly snatched the electric shock device from Sergey's hand.

Seeing Pirogov lying on the operating bed getting further and further away from him, Sergey gradually couldn't stretch himself.

"Puff...cuckoo..."

Tears flowed down his cheeks, his nose clung to the beard at the corner of his mouth, and the saliva wetted his cheeks.

"Goooooooo... That kid... I swear he hasn't even beaten a rabbit... Why did he leave...

Aha..."

Sergey was pressed on the small chair next to him by that name, looking dumbly at the operating table, with red eyes, his expression already distorted.

He whispered with his nose and tears.

The other doctors and nurses were also very sad. After all, it was his colleague who died this time.

The operating room was tight, and everyone didn't dare to be more sad here, and quickly covered Pirogov with a white cloth, ready to take it away.

While preparing to cover the cloth, Sergey walked over in despair and pulled the white sermon: "I'll come."

"Ok."

Sergey took a deep breath and examined the blood-stained man carefully.

He stretched out his rough hand, simply wiped the blood on his face, slowly covered him with a white cloth, and muttered: "Boy, I will find a few fat rabbits for you to put in. In your coffin.

Your surname is fine and normal, I admit, you are fine. "

Sergey was crying while talking, pinched Pirogov's cheek fiercely, sniffed, and whispered: "You are a hero, and I am proud of you."

After speaking, Sergey solemnly covered the layer of white cloth.

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